Deb G http://beecreative.typepad.com... is looking at fear, and some days ago, on 2/5 she included this in a post:
"Flare up like a flame and make big shadows I can move in. Let everything happen to you, beauty and terror. Just keep going, no feeling is final...Nearby is the country they call life. You will know it by its seriousness. Give me your hand."
Rilke....Book of Hours
These words have remained present in me since i read them there on the 5th. I've thought. I've thought about how i don't think i have ever held the sense of terror. Fear, yes. but terror...?, no and what is the difference between fear and terror and then fear and the kind of What Ifing that i am prone to. ? Fear is a solid thing? What Ifing is uhhh, translucent? What Ifing some kind of filter that is an overlay?
Working with this while loving the quote so much...I am heading into the country they call life.
and tho the As Is from yesterday is SO enough, i need to try to work small now. Small. i think. Maybe.
